of days and moments;
then gathering to form my life.

solid as figurine,
fragile as crystal,
forever my own.

What makes me a man?
What makes god a god?

We are the same,
as God is in us
so are we in God.
Together we are reality,
Alone, we are insanity.

Imagination of each other,
is what defines my mortality.

For while we live and experience,
God sits to watch.
Forever guiding us through indecernable circumstance.,
But the mistakes are our own
As are the accomplishments.

In achieving, we gain mortality.
For immortality is stagnation.

As I live and die
I form a soul
that shall live forever
within and without.